The forest stands tall and lush here; ancient trees reach weather-twisted arms to the sky, fighting monster-like storm clouds back with their interlacing fingers. Shadow seems to lurk everywhere you look, but it spills calmly, coolly, inspiring a sense of stealthy calm or protection rather than unease. That is, if you've forgotten what kind of creature might be stalking just out of sight...Abendrot is a land cradled by the dark woods on all sides; in the center, some of the larger trees stay behind to reveal a small plateau - a citadel where this pack can gather and defend itself from invaders. There are, of course, softer sides to the land. Clearings here and there allow the sun to throw down its rays in incongruously resplendent gold showers. Ignore the lingering scents of blood spattered here and there along the borders: those do not concern you. The river on one edge of the territory is playful enough when it hasn't been gorged by violent rain. You can choose to note the ragged claw marks raked down tree trunks and the forest floor as friendly "Home Sweet Home" signs, if you wish.

All who treasure loyalty, order, victory, and the occasional indulgence of raw visceral pleasure are welcome, once they've been approved by the ever-watchful eyes of Abendrot's Alpha. But keep one thing in mind: no matter what your motive, this is not a fool's Paradise. This is the land of soldiers, assassins, and spies. This is ABENDROT.

Make up your mind quickly and prepare to prove your worth. You wouldn't want to add to those blood spatters, would you...?

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ICE KING [pack powerthread]
IP: 76.243.46.249


Brilliant pink and red light streaked the sky when Kershov marched back from the outskirts of Bright Moon territory, a fierce and satisfied smile demonically curving his ruined maw. There was little doubt where the two packs stood now: Abendrot had been insulted, and there would be no exchanging of ambassadors. Let Bright Moon keep its mangy curs within its walls—Abendrot had enough to deal with at the moment. Although part of Kershov felt somewhat disappointed that an immediately alliance danced out of reach, a primal pleasure dominated his reptilian emotions. The Ice King had supported his army’s honor by not bending to Tamlin’s will.

Of course, that didn’t mean future violence was totally out of the question. Tamlin—though he’d offended Kershov—hadn’t lost an ounce of respect in the tundra dragon’s book. The other Alpha clearly commanded a raw, chilling power that equaled Ker’s own; nothing promised that Tamlin would take Kershov’s answer kindly. But that was of little importance at the moment. Bright Moon wouldn’t wage war today, and Abendrot certainly had other plans. Kershov needed to conference with his warriors. His kingdom had endured many intense changes over the seasons . . .

The ivory gladiator crawled expertly through the labyrinth that Abendrot’s dark forest constructed. He traveled toward the territory’s center, where a gently sloping plateau rose like a sentinel above the woods. He had chosen this place as the location of all pack meetings: it allowed his summoning howl to carry far, and provided an excellent tenable post should enemies choose to invade Abendrot. A rough, early morning wind rushed around the Czar’s immaculate alabaster pelt as he threw his skull back and sang, calling his soldiers.

“ABENDROT—TO ME.”




[OOC: okay, guys, powerthread means between 200 and 300 words, and NO POSTING ORDER. You may of course write more than 300 words, or less than 200, but that seems fair. Also: NO WIP POSTS. Lover yew.]




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